Trent Boyd hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the faceof any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! Thiswould be Trent’s sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the food, booze and women tobe had! His day dream was abruptly interrupted, however, when he chanced to see an absolutely stunning black haired beautydragging an over night bag down the aisle, obviously looking for her seat. Every male eye in the plane followed her every step, theresult of which was a slight jiggling of her oversized chest underneath her skin tight sweater! To Trent’s utter delight, she stoppedat his row, rechecked her ticket stub, and hoisted her bag into the over head, and slipped past him into the window seat next to his.Usually in cases like this, Trent’s usual experience would have been that this lovely creature would turn out to be an ice queen, butto his happy dismay, she stuck out her hand and said, “I’m Sonja, Sonja Fletcher!” He took her hand, and replied, “Trent Boyd’s thename, glad to meet you, New Orleans or Memphis!?!” “Memphis,” she answered, “born and raised there, going home to visit thefolks.” “That’s nice,” he replied, “I’m going on to New Orleans myself, a long weekend getaway!” Just then the no smoking andseat belt lights came on, and a flight attendant announced that they would be taking off in about two minutes. “I guess we hadbetter get ready,” Sonja said, while reaching for her seat belt. “Yeah,” replied Trent, “if we go down we better be belted in, for all thegood it would do!...
